ACE
There are two things I can do.
I could walk to the middle of this lovely ballroom, rip Ira's arms off his f*****g body, and f**k Avalon right there in front to the entire crowd. I could do that, but the consequences are as tall as mount everest. Marcel would butcher me and sell me on the dark web from putting my d**k into his daughter. And that's only if Alastair doesn't kill me first for hurting his favorite spawn.
It's taking my fullest control to stay by the bar, sipping the scotch slowly from my glass. I don't need alcohol in my system right now, I need to get O'Sullivan's favorite son off my woman before I lose my s**t. A sigh leaves me reluctantly. Avalon, I should have known she would ask for that. How did I not know? She's had me distracted by so much lately, I forgot this
